un: nishizono

[nishizono]

the other guy covered this already but i figure, what can it hurt to ask again? where can i can drugs here. anxiety meds, specifically. no, i don't have anxiety, but i can exhibit similar symptoms from time to time. this is life-threatening, i assure you.

second, because i don't think i can get away with just putting up a "don't fuck with me" attitude when touchy-feelies might actually save lives: i'm a touch-based telepath. yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. no, i can't just shut it off. yes, i won't touch you without permission. no, don't touch me unless i touch you first.

jesus motherfucker this is more words than i've written in years. hi, i'm tetora. i like pizza.

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[nishizono]

long story, don't read. basically they think meat is evil.

[ hilarious, considering people are meat, but he's not going to point out the existentialist humor in it just yet. that's too heavy for first dates. ]

i like bacon, personally. it's got a fun texture to it.

[lilithsoul]

Strange. A predator is not evil for eating meat.

[She simply did not like it. Part of that may have been a distant dislike for the idea of claiming a life capable of thinking, even if simply, for her food. But it didn't especially matter to her. She wasn't going to judge others.

At least this place's diet suited her well.]

super encrypto private;; > action;;

[nishizono]

[ running quietly takes some effort. it's effort better spent on other things, like— like something else, all right, he doesn't know what else but he knows that playing catch-up isn't what he wants to be doing.

(he doesn't want the debt. no matter how small it may seem, he doesn't want debts to other people. he's had too many times getting the shit end of it to trust in the kindness of strangers.)

when frank's silhouette comes into view, a few things click into place that had only been vague before: it's that guy. hotdog. weiner. something. seemed close with that other guy with the sharp observation skills. ]

you really are an asshole.

un: viciousstrikes

[comesaround]

My. Aren't you quite informative?

It sounds like you have quite the troublesome ability there.

[nishizono]

yep. he's not mad about it, though, surprisingly.

[ that was the weirdest part, truthfully. tetora still hasn't fully wrapped his head around it quite yet.

god he needs to figure out what to do with himself already. ]

i wish i could fight someone for real here. real stakes and shit, you know? you got any plans on what to do yet?

[nishizono]

i heard honesty's a good policy to have. still waiting to see if that saying pans out, though.

you curious about it?

[nishizono]

some might say it is, if it has a choice between killing and not killing.

[ hey may or may not be talking about veganism; there's a pretty interesting philosophy behind the argument, even if tetora thinks it stupid. ]

action;;

[oorah]

[ frank gets it. he likes to pretend he doesn't but he hates owing people too. and he owes a lot of people, which is maybe why he's so eager to help around this place. but he's trying not to paint a target on the people he cares for either, and it's a tightrope act he's not prepared for. ]

you noticed [ he turns a tired smile on the kid, an empty bag thrown over his shoulder with wads of cotton inside so the pills they take won't rattle. he's made this trip a few times before, and he really could have gone it alone and quickly too. but he's exhausted. bone-tired. let's get this over with. ]

[nishizono]

[ he's bright and bushy-tailed compared to hotdog, tetora surmises, keen eyes taking in the man's form despite the poor light of their surroundings. the slouch of his shoulders, the language around the creases on his face, the blue-black that seems forever lingering just under the flesh of his skin — tetora can recognize jaded tiredness when he sees it.

he was friends with someone just like this man, once upon a time, when friends didn't always mean people waiting to get crossed off a list of names. he relents. just a little; just enough to fall in step with the man and pull at the bag slung across his back.

let me carry that, he tries to communicate. let me do something so i'm not useless. ]

[comesaround]

It is. I never said it was a bad thing. People do tend to appreciate it when you're up front and honest with them.

Naturally. There aren't abilities like that where I come from, after all.

[nishizono]

it's not a fun ability to have. it's fucking annoying, actually, even if it can be useful from time to time.

what kind of world did you have?

[justbeingknife]

Maybe he stole 'em before you tried stealing 'em.

[ or he was just a kind, decent person under a gruff exterior, whatever whatever ]

Got something lined up with a guy I ran into here. I figure he can take it.

[ More like he was 99% certain Kiryu could take it; you didn't make it far in the Tojo without being conniving or a total beast (or both), and Kiryu Kazuma struck him as Option B. ]

Anyway, when it rains around here, it drives the Sound Eaters haywire or some shit. Figure that's the time to go wild.

[oorah]

[ when he turns his head there's also a deep red-purple bruise high on his cheek. to be expected as well, sure, but it's new; the rest of his face clear for a change. he's dressed in a black jumpsuit, a thick hoodie over it and his ever-present combat boots. he's so tired he doesn't even protest, shoving the backpack at tetora and putting his device and his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. ]

[lilithsoul]

It is basic biology.

[She wasn't going to bother calling them foolish. It seemed unnecessary to add that clarification if they weren't handling basic science.]

[beyourzoomer]

[Looks like he has plenty of answers on the clinic/medication front. So. She'll focus on the rest.]

No offense but that sounds like a sucky power to be stuck with.

I'm Max. I also like pizza.

[comesaround]

Seeing as you don't have control over it and can't touch people without it kicking in? Certainly doesn't sound fun so we're in agreement over that much at least.

An average one, I guess. If you don't count the fact that 70% of the moon was destroyed and my teacher was a yellow, inhuman being with tentacles that could move at mach 20 speeds.

[ Okay he's just saying that up front to see if the guy believes him, plus he was an honest person himself so that's a thing. ]

[nishizono]

rain tends to be noisy, yeah, i don't know about you or the japan you're from.

[ he may be joking here. he's pretty sure majima knows what rain is like (and if he doesn't, it'll be very disappointing). ]

look at you making friends though. you've gone and moved on from knifing me. so quickly, too.

[nishizono]

hey max, you're cool.

people who like pizza are cool, don't let the burger guys tell you otherwise.

[nishizono]

[ he can read between the lines, and pick up on the unsaid thought. still, humans aren't so simple. ]

and what about sentience? is that basic too?

[justbeingknife]

If you're lookin' for someone to pick fights with, I got plenty of free time.

[ He was going to have to do something to get all this energy out, anyway, and Tetora didn't seem the type to take it personal if he pulled out a weapon. ]

If you got some crazy-ass superpowers, though, we gotta work around that ahead of time. Does that telepathy thing work if you're wearin' gloves?

[ Look, he was filled with secrets, okay. BIG SECRETS ]

[nishizono]

[ he almost - almost - bites out an angry noise, at being so roughly handled around like the slight-bodied teen that he is. physical reminders of his mortality are rarely welcome, despite tetora's own inclinations to be as self-destructively violent as possible. it's a contradiction, just like everything else that's important about him.

slinging the bag, tetora can't help but notice the bruise raised high and angry on hotdog's face. it's shiny and red at the edges - it's fairly new. the purple hasn't even fully set in yet, and there's no sign of green or yellow lingering at the points of impact. ]

what happened to you?

[lilithsoul]

Explain, please.

[There were a few angles he could be going for here, and she didn't want to bother arguing over topics that didn't matter to what the two of them were discussing. Rei wasn't one for assuming unnecessarily, not usually anyway.]

[nishizono]

yeah, it isn't fun at all.

also what the fuck, that sounds like bad porn.

[ just. you know. putting that in there because what the actual fuck do tentacles even have to do with ANYTHING. ]

[nishizono]

[ where's the big hair though ]

as long as you don't stab me in the heart, we'll be fine. and i've got gloves. or i fucking used to before this homogenous shit got shoved on me. just wear gloves if you're gonna hit me in the face and don't headbutt me, and we'll be good to go.

does that seem fair?

[oorah]

[ wow, touchy. not like frank's really any different, he can be a drama queen about simple shit too so it's easy to pass over. he's sick of the devices, so so sick. and isn't it obvious by now anyway that frank likes to get himself punched? he shrugs, taking a hand out of his pocket to mime a fist to his face. it goes right back in his pocket after and he doesn't offer any further commentary, spoken or otherwise. ]